More fiction

This is just a silly little piece I scribbled out a little while ago. I think it's quite fun, hope you enjoy it.

The character was a mouse, small wispy whiskers and a plump belly.

"I say, that's a bit rude," he said.

I started a little, not expecting the response.

"Sorry. But it is rather rotund," I explained.

"Yes, but you wrote me like that."

"True. But your love of cheese and chocolate digestives played a part."

The mouse looked downcast.

"So I shall only be svelte and lithe if I don't eat any cheese and chocolate digestives?" he asked.

"I'm afraid so," I nodded.

"I don't think it's worth it," he said, plopping down on his bottom and pulling a crumb of cheese from his knapsack.

I wondered what I could do with him.

"An adventure, of course," he said, although I had not spoken.

"What kind?" I enquired.

The mouse looked thoughtful, patting his belly slowly.

"I think I should like the beach very much," he decided.

"Is the beach really a place for adventures?" I asked

"Not especially, but I do like ice cream."

I paused.

"You're the one who suggested adventures, mouse," I said.

"Mmm. But food is a very important part of adventures you know."